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I felt the cadets were let off lightly, but that was probably because I had always been made to sing at Christmas as a cadet and engage in antics that made me look ridiculous for the entertainment of the officers. We took on a pilot at Port Said, at the northern end of the travel destination. Myriad traders swarmed on board to sell us worthless tat: brass figures of pharaohs and dancing girls, hopeless paintings, nudge-nudge phials of Spanish fly aphrodisiac, ancient pornography from my grandmother’s era. Windy gully-gully men pulled chicks from our ears. I kept my cabin locked; some didn’t and were looted by mendicants and others who trawled the decks.